Excerpt: inSCRIBEd

"It doesn't bother you?"
"Not a bit, you're still Scribe, still look like her, act like her," Ace pinched her wrist and earned a wallop on his abdomen doubling him over, "Deffinetly still punch like her. Nope .. no problems here." Ace managed before gasping for a breath that Scribe ignored.
"In the caves," Scribe said a few moments later while Ace pressed his hand on his stomach and took another silent deep breath, turning to give Scribe all of his attention. "I tripped over the trip wire- don't even say it- and ended up in this huge room of books, I was looking at the titles, it was like a huge sense of deja vu even though I was never there and I was running my fingers over the spines and this one really old leather bound, at least I think it was leather, was just calling out to me. And now I can't even decided if it WAS calling out or just felt like it was, like with normal books. But anyways, I picked it up and I was leafing through it and, I was ... it ...," Scribe made a growl of annoyance and swiped at her eyes, fully recovered, Ace made no move other than put his hand on her knee. She stared at his hand and took a deep breath while closing her eyes before continuing, still not making any eye contact.